Your Favorite Mess has Returned💋

Hey Babes! Guess Who Crawled Out of the Void?💁‍♀️

I’ve been deep in a spiral…like, Olympic-level descent into the abys, and honestly, I didn’t think I’d claw my way out any time soon. Life? She didn’t just flip me upside down. She chewed me up, spit me out, and then politely asked if I “had a minute to talk about resilience.”

You know what phrase makes me want to scream “You’re so strong. You’re so resilient.”

Girl, no. I’m not resilient, I’m just too damn stubborn to die. Let’s not confuse survival with sainthood.

But here we are. I’m making changes, embracing the emotional hangover that comes with actual growth, and preparing to scream into the void publicly again. Because I’m nothing if not committed to over-sharing for your entertainment.

The inbox has been FULL…DMs, emails, texts, asking if I’m alive and when the next Story Sunday is dropping. I hear you. I appreciate the chaos. And yes, it’s finally happening.❤️❤️

This Sunday. Buckle up. It’s going to be a ride. Now, do I feel guilty for disappearing for a few weeks?

Not even a little. I was busy surviving one of the Top 5 Mental Breakdowns™ of my adult life and priorities included not screaming into traffic and keeping my children fed, alive, and protected from the messy adult problems. So, if you’re mad, I took a breather, add it to the list of disappointments and get in line. ⚠️ WARNING⚠️ the line is long.

The good news? I’m back. A little cracked, definitely medicated, and still unhinged, but functional enough to type, so let’s call it progress.

Get hyped. This week’s Story Sunday is going to be longer, messier, and absolutely worth the wait.

Trauma but make it content. Healing but make it entertaining.

Let’s go.

Til then 💋